Flying Birds
The happiest thing in my life is meeting Gu Zhiyu.
He is enthusiastic and public, and can always be noticed. Being loved and supported seems to be the most insignificant thing he has received in his life. He lives under the veritable scorching sun.
But what about me?
I am the person in the filthy quagmire who is detested by everyone. I am the person who dare not ask for love or open my eyes. I am also the person who has never been free. Even if I look up to him and try to be good like him.
Until he grabbed my hand like a fairy, forcefully pulled me out of the inevitable shade of the trees, and pulled me to run wildly under the sun.
At that moment, I told him that he was my world.
But I was wrong. I thought I had nothing to fear as long as he was here. However, the abuse, ridicule, and incomprehension still flooded me like a tide, suffocating me.
Gu Zhiyu, I believe you are still an angel, but I dragged you down too much and pulled your feathers off.
I don't want to tear off your wings one day.
So I decided to leave you, be buried in the last freedom left to me in this world, and sleep gently...
Intention: Happiness based on pain, should we continue or let go?